Like an eagle caged I pine, On this dull unchanging shore, Oh give me the flashing brine, The spray and the tempest's roar, Once more on the deck I stand Of my own swift gliding craft, Set sail, farewell to the land, The gale follows fair abaft. We shoot through the sparkling foam, Like an ocean bird set free, Like the ocean bird, our home We'll find far out on the sea! Land is no more in view, And clouds begin to frown, But with stout vessel and crew We say, let the storm come down. Footnotes